Chapter 33

However, what made Liu Ming even more depressed was that he had only comprehended about three-tenths of the first level of the Netherbone Decision.

This cultivation technique was vastly different from the Qi Refinement techniques he had learned before, with some phrases being ambiguous, making it difficult for him to determine their true meaning.

In such a situation, he could either directly ask someone for detailed guidance, phrase by phrase, or read some cultivation experience-related classics to gain insights and understand them on his own.

However, under the circumstances where Uncle Ruan had warned him, the Netherbone Decision could not be easily disclosed to others. It seemed that he could only take the second path.

After making up his mind, Liu Ming immediately put away the brocade book and left his residence, heading to the Spirit Technique Pavilion at the top of the mountain.

When he returned with two thick cultivation experience classics, the two spirit stones he had left were gone.

However, Liu Ming had a hint of excitement on his face.

These two cultivation experience classics were written by two Spirit Master-level figures of the Savage Ghost Sect, with detailed annotations on the basic techniques, which were exactly what he needed.

After returning to his residence, he did not immediately start to comprehend the techniques but instead went to the bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept for a whole day and night.

When Liu Ming opened his eyes again, he immediately went to the courtyard to wash his face and then hurriedly entered the room for cultivation.

He sat cross-legged, spread out the two thick classics and the brocade book in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a small cloth bag from his chest, pouring several辟谷丹 (Pigudan) between the two pages of the brocade book.

This way, he would not starve himself as he had almost done before.

After taking a deep breath, Liu Ming began to flip through the thick classics, quickly immersing himself in them...

Half a month later, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the room.

Liu Ming suddenly stood up from the ground, raising his head and laughing loudly.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, and there was even a faint sour smell on his body.

No wonder Liu Ming was like this!

Over the past ten days, he had eaten a Pigudan when hungry, drunk a mouthful of clear water when thirsty, and fallen asleep when tired, never leaving the room for a step.

However, it was precisely because of this that he finally thoroughly comprehended the cultivation method of the first level of the Netherbone Decision. All he needed to do now was to cultivate it slowly.

After the joy on Liu Ming's face subsided, he noticed his disheveled state, frowned, and carried a wooden bucket out of the house.

In a few quick moves, he stripped off all his clothes, poured several buckets of clear water over his body, and instantly felt refreshed.

Liu Ming shook his wet hair, put on his clothes without much care, and returned to the house.

The dust-repelling robe he wore, made of unknown material, not only remained clean after so many days but also repelled water, preventing it from getting wet at all.

After Liu Ming sat down again, he did not start to cultivate the Netherbone Decision but took out the three technique classics, including the Levitation Technique, and began to silently memorize the content recorded in them.

The cultivation incantations that had seemed obscure and difficult to understand before now flowed smoothly in Liu Ming's mind.

He almost spent only two hours to thoroughly imprint the cultivation methods of these three techniques in his brain.

Liu Ming let out a light sigh, put away all the classics except the brocade book, and closed his eyes, placing his hands in a peculiar seal on his knees.

After a moment, he felt his mind sink, and his consciousness sank into his body, where he could see the misty state of his internal organs.

Ordinary meridians, six thick spirit meridians wrapping around his body, and a fist-sized silver spirit sea in his dantian, which was still.

With a slight thought, the spirit sea began to slowly rotate, and the speed increased.

After a few "pu pu" sounds, several streams of white qi-like essence energy shot out from the spirit sea, flowing rapidly through the meridians to all parts of his body.

Thus, he finally took the first step in cultivating the Netherbone Decision.

Three days later, Liu Ming was still sitting on the ground, but he was muttering incantations and rapidly making hand seals.

A gray mist began to appear beneath him, gradually increasing in amount. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it condensed into a small cloud about a few feet long.

"Rise!"

As soon as Liu Ming saw the cloud form, he changed the hand seal without hesitation.

With a "bang," the cloud actually lifted him up slowly.

Seeing this, Liu Ming's face showed a hint of joy, but the hand seal he was making involuntarily became a bit disordered.

With another "bang," Liu Ming's body fell through the cloud and landed on the ground.

Fortunately, the height of the levitation was only about ten feet, so he only winced but suffered no damage.

Liu Ming did not show a dejected expression but instead appeared somewhat pleased.

He had only tried the Levitation Technique three times, and to have such a performance was already beyond his expectations.

According to the cultivation experience classics, even the simplest techniques required dozens or even hundreds of practices to truly master.

It seemed that his strong mental power and the ability to focus on multiple tasks made his technique cultivation much faster than ordinary disciples.

As long as he had more converted magical power and became more proficient in controlling the hand seals, mastering the Levitation Technique would be a piece of cake.

With this in mind, Liu Ming began to practice the other two techniques.

After half a day, Liu Ming sat quietly on the ground, suddenly made a hand seal with one hand, and spread his fingers on the other hand.

With a "pu," a red flame the size of an egg burned fiercely in his palm.

Liu Ming smiled slightly, closed his fingers, and the flame vanished.

Then, he began to chant incantations, moving his ten fingers in front of him.

A humid white mist began to condense in the air. When Liu Ming raised his eyebrows and shouted, the white mist condensed and dispersed, revealing a fist-sized clear water ball, floating in the air, ready to fall at any moment.

Liu Ming stopped the hand seal, extended a finger to touch the water ball, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction.

...

Ten days later in the morning, Liu Ming sat on a small gray cloud, flying quickly back and forth in the air about fifty feet above his residence.

He felt the cool breeze blowing in his face, and there was a hint of excitement on his face.

Although he was always resolute and meticulous, with a maturity far beyond his peers, at this moment, he looked no different from an ordinary teenager.

After a while, Liu Ming felt that his magical power was almost depleted, so he urged the hand seal to slowly lower the gray cloud to the ground.

At this point, although he could not maintain the Levitation Technique for a long time, it was already sufficient for travel.

As for the Fire Flame Technique and the Water Condensation Technique, he had also practiced them quite proficiently.

However, these were the simplest techniques, mostly used by newly initiated Spirit Disciples to familiarize themselves with the art of techniques. Expecting to use them in combat was a delusion.

It seemed that the next time he went to the Spirit Technique Pavilion, he would need to choose two truly practical techniques.

However, thinking of this, Liu Ming immediately recalled the harsh face of that "Sister Zhao" who only cared about money, and his facial muscles twitched.

Right, speaking of spirit stones! He had been in the Savage Ghost Sect for almost a month and should go to the Steward Hall to receive the routine sect tasks. Otherwise, he would not have any spirit stones next month.

Liu Ming immediately remembered this and hurriedly returned to his house to sit cross-legged and slowly recover his magical power.

Fortunately, his magical power was not much, so it did not take long to recover.

After half an hour, he sat on the gray cloud again and flew straight to the Steward Hall.

This time, when Liu Ming entered the Steward Hall, he was taken aback.

The first-floor hall was crowded with people, about fifty to sixty in total, most of whom were Outer Sect Disciples, but there were also seven or eight Inner Sect Disciples among them.

"Excuse me, Senior Brother, what's going on? Is there usually this many people here?" Liu Ming blinked and walked a few steps to a twenty-something Inner Sect Disciple near the door, bowing and asking.

"Oh, this Junior Brother is a new initiate. Hehe, today happens to be the annual rotation of various sect tasks in the Steward Hall. Naturally, many people came early to pick a good task. But in reality, it's just a waste of effort. The tasks with benefits are mostly already taken." The Inner Sect Disciple, who looked very kind and had a thick dark green belt around his waist, glanced at Liu Ming and explained casually.

"I see, thank you, Senior Brother." Liu Ming was somewhat enlightened.

"Hehe, I am Li Zong from the Corpse Refinement Sect. May I ask Junior Brother's surname and which lineage you belong to?" The Inner Sect Disciple, seeing Liu Ming's polite demeanor despite his young age, felt a bit fond of him and asked casually.

"I am Bai Congtian, currently a disciple of the Nine-Headed Serpent lineage." Liu Ming did not hide it and answered frankly.

"Oh, Junior Brother has been assigned to Senior Uncle Gui's lineage. The Nine-Headed Serpent lineage has been weak for many years, so your days ahead will probably not be easy." Li Zong, upon hearing this, could not help but show a hint of sympathy.

"It's okay. I feel that the Senior Brothers and Sisters in my lineage take good care of me." Liu Ming replied calmly.

"Hehe, the internal atmosphere of each lineage is harmonious, but when it comes to the major trials, you will understand the pain of being in a weak lineage." Li Zong shook his head and said.

"Oh, major trials! Although I have heard about them, I don't really understand the specifics. Could Senior Brother Li explain to me?" Liu Ming's heart stirred upon hearing this.